Sunday, January 30, 2011

Quiet Sunday morning, pottering about in my Global Warming Killed Frosty t-shirt, tending to dogs, making coffee, arranging photos of debris I took last year, feeling like I should be doing more art despite the fact that, realistically, objectively or relatively, I'm already doing quite a lot.

Ran out of work to do yesterday, there's a wide variety of stuff on the horizon, but I'm contemplating a possible two weeks of basically uncommitted time, it's strange, though, of course, in many ways, it's a return to normal.